Hood Nights Novels & Stories

Even that detail didn't matter in the big picture of things. The light of the day danced from the stain glass that decorated my front door. Slipping my shoes on faster than I ever had I reluctantly left my house. Max and I chatted idly about the upcoming Litha celebration. Dad was making him go to the brood with Theo, Tempeste, and Iven during that weekend. Some official crowning ceremony was happening for them that they all needed to attend. They were the four youngest nocturnes in the vampire world so it was mandatory for them to attend.

I guess he was killed by Alberto's men while chasing me. Three hours later, in front of villa no 4 , high society Edwards. It was already pitch black night because today was blood moon night. The blood moon night is usually called a mating night where werewolves find their mates. If it were Novera then on this day ball parties and other functions would have been organised to celebrate the youngsters finding their destined mate. I, too, realised Brendon was my mate under full moon night and fell for him. How could I forget that embarrassing night of four years ago. Let's not recall the past.

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.

ORION’S POV The silence of the night was deceptive—a calm before the chaos I was about to unleash. The Blood Moon Pack, nestled in the shadow of a thick forest, was oblivious to the danger creeping toward it. The moon was a mere sliver in the sky, offering little light as my men and I waited just beyond the treeline. I could hear the faint hum of their nightly routines: laughter from a few houses, the occasional bark of a restless dog, and the quiet rustle of leaves as the wind passed through.

Adrian Boys’ night is a lie. It’s never about the games, never about the drinks, and definitely never about “just catching up.” It’s about sitting in a room with other men who know too much about you and waiting to see who cracks first. Tonight, it’s at Noah’s place. “Uncle Adrian!” Nova’s small body collides with mine the second I step into Noah’s house, nearly knocking the air out of my lungs. I laugh as I steady us both. “Hey, whirlwind.”

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

“Good night, Brian.” She hurried out of the club in sneakers, guarding her earnings jealously. It was dark outside but the club lights outside were still on. It was quite late to find a cab and the last bus of the day would have already passed by. What do I do now? A woman walking home with her eight year old daughter were easy targets but what other choice did she have? Sleeping at the Grady’s was not an option no matter how close Annie and May were. Laurel would never let me hear the end of it.

Ava had never been more happier. It was evening. Pretty early to retire to bed but quite late for someone like her who doesn't really fancy staying out all by herself. The streets were silent, more like a graveyard. Weird, because the inhabitants of V stayed out till the early hours of the morning. In fact, the night time was when the streets become busy and people go about their various activities. On any normal night, the hip hop music from a hair salon would be heard around the four corners of every street. The smell of stale food would fill one's nostrils and the razz of the young, underaged boys who look haggard wouldn't go unnoticed.

The first line snagged my breath: “Where the Lock bleeds and the Keyhole binds, the Door will open. And beyond it waits the Nameless Moon.” My throat tightened. I read on, entranced. “The Nameless Moon is not a god. It is not a beast. It is what remains after the First Wolf devoured the sky and choked on the stars. It is hunger, memory, madness. And it does not knock. It waits.” --- Ronan I hovered behind her, my hand resting on her back, anchoring her as her breath quickened with danger. “This is what Mason wants to resurrect,” I spoke in a hushed tone.

Albert wished he could already execute the rit After the night, the Night Children who did not drink would wait and starve in the Hall of Bones until death came to them. They were not going to wait for another full moon. Their flesh would rot until their bones joined those who came before them inside the Hall. Human flesh and bones, on the other hand, were not allowed to degrade inside the Hall. It would be taken outside for the Night Children's pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.e.. s.e.n.. e.tant.. n.e.."m.t.t.s.d.. t.r. her.. . t.l.d.n.c.pleasure. Then normal life began again until the next full moon.